Dwight the Scarecrow

A Limerick

By Mother CombsPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

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There once was a scarecrow named Dwight

When he tried to sleep at night

he had to admit he was scared of the dark

Propped up on his post in the park

So he found himself a nightlight

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Written by Mother Combs